Текст песни Машнин - Котельная

I wrote this song on the last day of summer
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Summer was short and managed to kill
I'll tell you about the boiler house kamchatka

Kamchatka founded the boss - Tolik Sokolkov
Previously, it was a meeting place Solovyov
But the boss with nightingales could not get along together
And he remained alone in this strict place

Place as holy long was not empty
No, no, but roof and cabbage
He began to recruit his people
Kochghar number two became Firsov Sergey

Less on the ground of people with every day
Whoever was not yet with our company sign
Followed by tsoi
And who is this, knows about it

Beating in a close fire
Anthracite Protsenger Raskalon
Good morning, last hero
Walk you are a poker

And the great poet Bachechyov sometime
I received a salary for the work of the shovel
The founder of Alice Counting Glory
The glory of Nevlubilan Klava Commandant

Boiler room decoration - Dima Vinnichenko
Tokyo, sudden owl, folk militia
Konstantin Belyavsky - Director
Kotelnikov Oleg World Value

Basist Aukson Bondarik Vitya
From AU and Belownalkanal Evgeny Titite
Dima Petrov from bad influence
Antipenko OB - Technologist Limit

Yasha Sergei - Experimentator Cook
Sasha Martisov - Sounds Manipulator
Kostya - partisans without color and smell
And Dron Chegevara Veteran South-West

Rises smoke from boilers
Hot in batteries water
And girls in the hostel warm
From Kamchatka Heroes Labor

For friends, there has always been an input and a free output.
Love has raged in sandwiculous
At the table felt a man ten
There was only an ax hang

For lunch on the Zelinskaya enough money
Cup of coffee with pastries - 50 kopecks
Happened that evening spend alone
And write something like this in the Watch Magazine

The distance did not look, looked close
From the wall we smiled Barbara Brylsk
Composed, painted, filmed a movie
And we had a light that was dark everywhere

We are not so often going together.
But always in place is a strange place
Six are no longer taken by the highest forces
And we remember us all young, beautiful

Beating in a close fire
Anthracite of Obel Raskalon
With good morning, hero duty
Walk you are a poker

Rises smoke from boilers
Hot in batteries water
And girls in the hostel warm
From Kamchatka Heroes Labor